I’ve Found My People: Wakanda Simply Doesn’t Give a Fuck

Remember when Captain America: Steve Rogers #1 smacked us all in the face with the brilliant plot twist of a Hydra (aka Nazi) Steve Rogers that no one asked for (and if you did ask, block me on Twitter right now). Granted Steve Rogers looks like he stepped out of an Aryan wet dream, but I’m had to give that one a hard pass. Instead of taking a big gulp of that garbage water Marvel’s offering I prefer sticking to a simpler time: Captain America: Civil War. Captain America: Civil War, that happy time when our biggest questions were: Steve/Bucky vs Steve/Sam, why is new Aunt May so hot (or “Aunt Bae” as I overheard at my theater in Brooklyn), or why couldn’t Dawn of Justice be this good? I saw Captain America: Civil War. I mean, of course I saw it. I’m firmly in camp DC (in spite of their cinematic failings) but the was zero chance I was missing out on that fierce fight choreography. The Russos can’t pronounce Lagos but they can capture fights beautifully. And this. God bless. I take you back to Captain America: Civil War and ask you to remember the beauty of Chris Evans’ biceps in the helicopter scene (#NeverForget) and most importantly, the magnificence that is Wakanda and all her people. What can better rid us of the bad taste of Nazi-Cap than Wakanda? Wakanda: technological powerhouse and home to Marvel’s fabled vibranium. Witness the lush, green jungle, the majestic black panther presiding over all. A land barren of one thing: fucks. Forget vibranium. Forget cutting-edge te…